payment page
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York. (Act 1, Scene 1, lines 1–2)
I am determinèd to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days. Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous. By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams, To set my brother Clarence and the king In deadly hate, the one against the other[.] (Act 1, Scene 1, lines 30–35)
Go tread the path that thou shalt ne’er return Simple, plain Clarence. I do love thee so That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven, If heaven will take the present at our hands. (Act 1, Scene 1, lines 118–121)
For then I’ll marry Warwick’s youngest daughter. What though I killed her husband and her father? (Act 1, Scene 1, lines 154–155)
Did you know you can highlight text to take a note?
x
